seth's surprise party: part 2

march 13, 2004

<---- Back to part one Oh, you thought I was just being funny when I capitalized ROKK on the last page? Ninja, please! Check out Fatty bringing the pain (whilst fisting a king can of Sappora, no less). His over-the-top rokk antics even managed to bring a closeted 80s hair-metal groupie up out of her seat. "Hi, this is Colin. Oh, you want to speak to my hair? Hold on one second. Bill, phone call for you." Liz and me. Colin and Bill's amazing duet managed to bring even more girls we didn't know up out of their seats and on to the dancefloor. Colin doing his patented dance move. After Fatty and Colin primed the audience and by the time I hit the stage to deliver a Bon Jovi smackdown, things were totally... ...out of fucking hand. Especially this one girl who spent most of the song dancing while leaning all of her weight against me. When you do the Jovi right, girls can't help but touch their titties! Hot damn! Normally, I'd edit these down - but that blonde girl made so many awesome faces it just wouldn't fair to not show you all of them. Here she is again with the lean. Fatty reacting to the spectacle. A bad name, indeed. Thanks for all the support ladies. You done made New Jersey proud. The birthday boy pleasuring his beer. He's the best at that. Seth called on the audience to help him sing his next diddy. Seth, do you remember what the hell we sang together? By the look on my face, I'm guessing it was something with high notes. Huh. Maybe it was a Janis Joplin tune. (That's what Colin's gonna look like if he doesn't get Bill under control over the next few weeks). After our duet, Liz led the ladies in song. Something by Madonna. Borderline, maybe? Sooo good! (PS - Note the dribble mark on Liz's shirt). Heather and Big Daddy. Over in the corner, I found the Fatty making time with Miriam (Seth's cute cousin who he'd just been introduced to). Something about tits! Ha! After we closed out the karaoke place, we piled into Erinne's car and headed to some club that she would be open afterhours where we could all dance. What's up, seven people in a compact car. (PS - Check out Fatty's "I got a chick on my lap" face. Hahah). Errine was right - and the club (some bizarro Asian-themed club over by Boston College) let us in and we hit the dancefloor. Some of us hitting it harder than others. This photo makes me happy. Heather demonstrating the proper way to dance at a Catholic High School prom: "leaving enough room for Jesus in between." Even Jews should leave room for Jesus. Liz and the Birthday Boy. Fatty and Miriam. Right around this point in the night - they turned the music off. Yep, we closed out three different Boston establishments. As we were leaving, Fatty asked me to do my re-enactment of Grant Stoddard's brilliant mime of a girl he saw in a porno taking on two guys. I don't know if a picture does it justice, but the whole joke is that she doesn't know what to do with the 2nd guy's dick so she just hits herself in the head with it. Here, maybe this VIDEO will help. (337kb) After that we all went back to Seth's place. We hung out for a while, and then Fatty decided to head out with Miriam and her friend to get something to eat. A likely story. Liz took a nap in Seth and Erinne's room and when we went in there to wake her up, look what we found! Sunday, March 14th I don't think there's a caption that I can write here that won't be me in trouble - so intead I'm just going to use it to compliment Seth on his awesome Trogdor sweatshirt. Hot news, dude. Allston Rockcity, yo. the drive back was uneventful. Fatty and I rokked. Liz napped. Upon returning to NYC, we first drove out to Brooklyn to drop off Liz and say hi to Frank (and tease him about making Liz bring the flannel cat pajamas). [Insert obligatory "Fatty gets pussy" joke here]. The end! Woo!   (added on 10.03.2004)

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